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Then she lifted her eyes to mine. "Tell me what you think, Mr. Ducaine?" she asked. I opened my lips to speak, but I could not. Was it fair that she should ask me? My little room was peopled with dreams of her, with delightful but impossible visions. My very nerves were full of the joy of her presence.
"Well, I'm sure there's no need to hurry so," Mrs. Moyat declared, backing out of the room. "Blanche, you see if you can't persuade Mr. Ducaine. Father'll be home early this evening, too." "I think," Blanche said, "that Mr. Ducaine has made up his mind." She walked with me to the hall door, but she declined to shake hands with me. Her appearance was little short of tragic.
"I don't see how a fall could have killed him, or how he could have wandered off into the marshes just there. The creek isn't nearly deep enough to have drowned him unless he had walked deliberately in and lain down. He was quite sober, too, when he spoke to me. Mr. Ducaine, how did he die? What killed him?" I shook my head.
You have to elaborate the digests of the meetings, to file schemes for the establishment of fortifications and camps; in a word, the result of these meetings passes through your hands. I will not beat about the bush, Mr. Ducaine. You can see that you have something in your keeping which, if passed on to me, would accomplish my whole aim.
I offered the hospitality of my room, presumably to a gentleman not to a person who would seize that opportunity to examine my private papers." "You speak with assurance, Mr. Ducaine." "The assurance of knowledge," I answered. "I saw you at my desk from outside." "You should consult an oculist," he declared. "I have not left this chair. My foot is still too painful."
Ducaine, then," he said at last, "that you decline to apologize to the Prince?" "I have nothing to apologize for," I answered calmly. "The Prince was attempting to obtain information in an illicit manner by the perusal of papers which were in my charge." Blenavon rose slowly to his feet. His eyes were fixed upon the opposite corner of the hall.
I could see that he had made no fresh discovery. "Ducaine," he said, "what time did you say that you left here last night?" "At midnight, sir." "And you were back?" "Before one." "That corresponds exactly with Grooton's statement," Lord Chelsford said.
"Well, well, mother, we won't quarrel about it," Mr. Moyat declared, rising from the table. "I must just have a look at the mare. Do you look after Mr. Ducaine, Blanche." To my annoyance the retreat of Mr. and Mrs. Moyat was evidently planned, and accelerated by a frown from their daughter. Blanche and I were left alone whereupon I, too, rose to my feet."
"Playing at commerce," I remarked, "has become rather a hobby with men of leisure lately." "And women, too," Blenavon assented. "Rather an ugly hobby, I call it." A servant entered and addressed Blenavon. "The carriage is at the door, your Lordship," he announced. Blenavon glanced at his watch and rose. "I shall have to ask you to excuse me, Ducaine," he said.
"We will go and see," Ray declared. "Come along, Ducaine." I hesitated, but a glance from Lady Angela settled the matter. For another such I would have walked into hell. Ray and I started off together, and I was not long before I spoke of the things which were in my mind. "Colonel Ray," I said, "when I saw you this morning you made two statements, both of which were false."
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